im also here for my obligatory beggar behavior
im back in my p!atd phase and like HEARRR ME OUT!!!
2000's Emo!Reader X MJF
like cmon... cmonnnnnn he'd make so much fun of you but also freak if anyone made fun of you likelike its so appealing oh my gosh
‘cause after all this time, i’m still into you!
AJ Lee has been a blessing to emo women in the wrestling community across the country — including you. WWE fans love her, so wrestling promoters were quick to hope that small town watchers would like others just as much.
So here you are, years later, armed in tiny jean shorts and more studded jewelry than one human should own, the second most popular active women’s wrestler who is considerably ‘emo’. No one will ever beat AJ, of course.
With her recent return, it’d be awesome to work with her someday. Unfortunately, you work at opposing companies, and you don’t have any plans of giving into WWE’s begging anytime soon. Especially not with Max by your side.
Believe it or not (most don’t), the two of you grew up together. Since Kindergarten, he clung to you on the first day. Throughout all thirteen school years, you did everything together. Even when you started listening to Pierce the Veil and styling your hair differently. Max never cared, even if he cracked a couple jokes, and he never tried to tell you to go back to how you used to be. You spent every recess together until it was no longer given, every lunch, the few classes you managed to have together, and every single school dance.
As friends, of course, much to your parents disbelief. Who needs a date when you’ve got a best friend you can judge everyone else with? That whole ‘just friends’ thing didn’t last very long after high school. You’ve shared an apartment since the moment you both became adults, and one night, when he was going to meet up with a couple friends or something, Max just…kissed you goodbye. There was nothing special about it, you didn’t talk about it, and he didn’t even notice. Just threw on his shoes and left. You’ve been ‘a thing’ since.
Thankfully you’ve gotten out of that shitty apartment, and turned one of the two bedrooms in your new one into an office. Now, you’re following your dreams together. Tonight, one of your dreams is being fulfilled. Tonight, you win the Women’s World Champion belt off of Kris Statlander.
The match is as difficult as expected. Hell, maybe even more than you originally thought. But it’s a good match - one for the books. Something fans will look back on, and wish they were there to see it.
Your prideful grin starts to slip from your face when you walk behind the curtain and Max is the first face you see. Wobbling lips push out small sobs, and glassy eyes look to him for comfort. He’s pulling you against him immediately, the cold metal of the belt harsh against his warm skin.
“I did it,” He lifts you up out of habit, in the same way he’s hugged you since that growth spurt hit him the summer after Sophomore year. “Max, I did it!”
“Always knew you could, sunshine,” That’s stuck around since high school too — sunshine. A cliche joke, something about pale skin and moody colors, slowly turned into something that still gives you butterflies. He sets you back down to hold your face, and bring your foreheads together. “Never had a single doubt in my mind.”
Your grin returns fast, one hand finally leaving the belt hanging from your shoulder to weave through his curls.
“After all this time?” He knows what you’re trying to get him to do, because you force him to listen to Paramore on way too many long drives, and because it’s a special night, or whatever, he gives in.
Max pulls you back into him, shoving a rough kiss against your cheek and muttering it against your ear so no one else will hear him.
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